The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1887-12-01
SWEET VIOLETS.
pnw Mr.. Whiskers was Cured Of
His Silly Infatuation.


Els Silly Infatuation.
.Swe-e-et V-i-o-o-lets! Sweeter than
II the R-o-o-o-ses!"
He did not sing it loud. He was
staid his wife would hear. But all the
lime that Mr.. Billydoo Whiskers had
sen putting on his snowy shirt, tieing
lis white necktie with the most degage
,euracy, donning his low vest, assum-
ne his silk-lined swallowtail and cast
ng a languorous suspicion of Lilas de
Perse on his handkerchief which,
meet thought, her own delicate fingers
lad embroidered for hint was a
hsehood in silk, for she had made her
nid do it-all this time Mr.. Whiskers
Id been humnaing, softly and tenderly.
hst wonderful song which has caused
DO death OF more organ grinders, the
decay Of more minstrels, the souring
dmore milk, and the upsetting of more
weak minds than any other mass meet
Ing Of argumented half notes in the
Ehole literature of song. When he
vas finally done and had completely
tsnsformed himself from a broker in
tweed to an Adonis in broadcloth, he
cast at the Adonis in the mirror deep,
aaguishing, soulful glance, that would
hTe turned the head of any female
aatue on pivot, and, in fact, apprised
be Jealous Parian Diving Girl on the
nantel, who was watching him mar
pwly, that Mr.. WhiskerS was deeply,
cry deeply in love.
With a smile on his face of self-ad-
Hiration that he could not entirely re-
Fass he tripped down stairs to the
aHing room, where sweet, calm-faced
lille woman sat somewhat idly reading
he evening paper. She looked up and,
icing his wife, took in the whole situa-
Ton At a glance.
Going out, dcar?'' said she pleas
mtly.
"fes. Little spread at the club. I'll
ehome early. Ta-ta, DEAR" he said,
iriy.
She smiled pleasantly and he went
out and away.
R soon as the hall door closed she
oked straight ahead of her for some
aae' Then she leaned her chin. on n
pump, pretty little hand, her elbow
sang on the table, and fell into deep
ought Her face was sad. She had
aeh more strength and much more
sanon sense than the average woman.
~ they had been married ten wears
" ner husband had gotten used to
one knew quite we'll that at heart
loved her. She understood how the
nles IN the case, Mrs. Violet "a
aaety widow, had aroused in him an
aa'uatlen which had caused him to
IKE fool of himself in pronounced
lsii'ions OF the silliest character. She
WV perfectly well that this Violet
y as cold as she was beautiful, and
: ner narrow conception of life made
handling of men through their
akness worthy ambition. But
laer Der calmness the little wife was
~ ~ deeply hurt and judiciously angry.
husband was being talked about to
ssaiseredit That wounded her more
i y als neglect of herself. She thought
'sag time and then rang the bell.
;sules oMeara, the butler, had a
sAness OF perception that his Irish
! I made il impossible to conceal. He
an old and tried servant. He
=, 'ae situation perfectly and was
~ disturbed at it, for he had a
.Ale ~, ana warm admiration for his
aoss' She knew that he knew. and
sn'' 'o'0.asequently had determined to
sa4.: s hlm. She did not discuss the
saaOn but she gave certain orders.
nv a a,lo long time. Despite his dignity
as ~. Meara very often smiled. At
snsaien ne he burst out laughing. but
aseiy VIA begged her pardon. She
~ smile. Neither did she frown.
.as very quiet and business-like
as,lss .le Whole talk. Then she went
- asH day Mr.. O'Meara was verv
s., ne was gone from the house for
sr. ne could have been seen in
hna " the city where a fashiona-
,sl never was seen before, talk
lksb,p p'ople Tor whom it would seem
onaole butler has no sort of use.
h. 4eaI .e day something happened
WTa which was a little unusual.